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boxers down in one swoop, he grabbed his cock and guided it towards her, slowly pushing within.
She groaned when he entered her, hung her head down, her forehead brushing the top of his desk. With a gentle thrusting movement from her, he slid deeper, and waited there. Enjoyed the sensation of her hot, wet pussy engulfing him.
He bent forward to kiss her neck, draw his hands up and down her back. “You feel so good, Brittney.”
“Hmm, so do you.”
They began to move together, the scent of sex filling the room, the slap of skin on skin and her juicy cunt gripping him sounding in his ears. She slid forward onto the desk, her legs spread wide and he rubbed his hands over her fleshy buttocks, watching as his
cock slid in and out. Just the sight of him plunged deep inside of her, her pussy dripping cream made him want to climax.
Hell, he was coming. Coming hard and coming fast. With a shout he spurted, balls deep inside her and she ground herself against him, crying out as well. Unbelievable. She came again, just like that.
All of this hot and heavy action was him feel like a real stud.
He withdrew and she turned to kiss him, her lips soft and clinging, her tongue slow and searching. He cupped her face, his mouth lazy, as if they had all the time in the world.
“I don’t give a shit what you said about no relationships,” he murmured against her mouth. “I want to see you again. Tonight.”
She nodded, the movement so subtle he almost wasn’t sure it happened. “All right, that’s fine.”
Charlie kissed her, stole her breath, stole his breath and it took him a minute to say anything else. To recover from the overwhelming need to possess her fully. Make her his. “Come to my house. I’ll cook you dinner.”
“Are you trying to seduce me with food?”
He chuckled. “Maybe.”
She gazed up at him. “What time do you want me there?”
Ah fuck, can you stay forever? “Seven?”
“Perfect.”
Chapter Six
Brittney stood on Charlie’s doorstep, wringing her hands. She ran her tongue over her teeth, pressed her lips together to make sure they were evenly coated with gloss. Any excuse to prolong this, any reason to not knock on his door just yet.
She was already fifteen minutes late, had been standing on his front porch for what felt like an eternity. Knew that what waited for her inside his house was something she had never ventured into before. Uncharted territory was about to be explored.
The uncharted territory of an actual, real live, serious date . At a man’s house with said man making her dinner. Dinner . This was important.
And scarier than shit.
Before she could bolt, she raised her arm to knock on the door and it swung open, shocking her silent as her arm dropped to her side. Charlie stood in the doorway, looking amazing in an untucked button-up white cotton shirt, sleeves rolled up casually, jeans and bare feet. She stared at those feet, a warmth trickling through her veins at his intimate appearance.
So casual, so homey, so right. That’s what it all felt like.
Panic clawed at her and she willed it away, clearing her throat and shooting him a dazzling smile. The one she used when she wanted to impress. “Are you a mind reader?”
“I was worried and ready to go out and look for you.” He opened the door wider, waved her in. “I’m glad you made it.”
She walked inside, her eyes widening at the sight before her. His home was gorgeous, all open spaces and spread out with an airy feeling to it. Sparse, simple furnishings only added to the atmosphere. It suited him.
Charlie shut the door and leaned in, pressed a quick yet lingering kiss to her lips. “I was afraid you weren’t going to show.”
“And miss a free dinner cooked by you?” She raised her brows, not surprised that he knew her well enough to realize she might bail on him tonight. “Not a chance.”
“I hope you’re not a vegetarian.” He led her through the living room and into the kitchen, where a shallow
She groaned when he entered her, hung her head down, her forehead brushing the top of his desk. With a gentle thrusting movement from her, he slid deeper, and waited there. Enjoyed the sensation of her hot, wet pussy engulfing him.
He bent forward to kiss her neck, draw his hands up and down her back. “You feel so good, Brittney.”
“Hmm, so do you.”
They began to move together, the scent of sex filling the room, the slap of skin on skin and her juicy cunt gripping him sounding in his ears. She slid forward onto the desk, her legs spread wide and he rubbed his hands over her fleshy buttocks, watching as his
cock slid in and out. Just the sight of him plunged deep inside of her, her pussy dripping cream made him want to climax.
Hell, he was coming. Coming hard and coming fast. With a shout he spurted, balls deep inside her and she ground herself against him, crying out as well. Unbelievable. She came again, just like that.
All of this hot and heavy action was him feel like a real stud.
He withdrew and she turned to kiss him, her lips soft and clinging, her tongue slow and searching. He cupped her face, his mouth lazy, as if they had all the time in the world.
“I don’t give a shit what you said about no relationships,” he murmured against her mouth. “I want to see you again. Tonight.”
She nodded, the movement so subtle he almost wasn’t sure it happened. “All right, that’s fine.”
Charlie kissed her, stole her breath, stole his breath and it took him a minute to say anything else. To recover from the overwhelming need to possess her fully. Make her his. “Come to my house. I’ll cook you dinner.”
“Are you trying to seduce me with food?”
He chuckled. “Maybe.”
She gazed up at him. “What time do you want me there?”
Ah fuck, can you stay forever? “Seven?”
“Perfect.”
Chapter Six
Brittney stood on Charlie’s doorstep, wringing her hands. She ran her tongue over her teeth, pressed her lips together to make sure they were evenly coated with gloss. Any excuse to prolong this, any reason to not knock on his door just yet.
She was already fifteen minutes late, had been standing on his front porch for what felt like an eternity. Knew that what waited for her inside his house was something she had never ventured into before. Uncharted territory was about to be explored.
The uncharted territory of an actual, real live, serious date . At a man’s house with said man making her dinner. Dinner . This was important.
And scarier than shit.
Before she could bolt, she raised her arm to knock on the door and it swung open, shocking her silent as her arm dropped to her side. Charlie stood in the doorway, looking amazing in an untucked button-up white cotton shirt, sleeves rolled up casually, jeans and bare feet. She stared at those feet, a warmth trickling through her veins at his intimate appearance.
So casual, so homey, so right. That’s what it all felt like.
Panic clawed at her and she willed it away, clearing her throat and shooting him a dazzling smile. The one she used when she wanted to impress. “Are you a mind reader?”
“I was worried and ready to go out and look for you.” He opened the door wider, waved her in. “I’m glad you made it.”
She walked inside, her eyes widening at the sight before her. His home was gorgeous, all open spaces and spread out with an airy feeling to it. Sparse, simple furnishings only added to the atmosphere. It suited him.
Charlie shut the door and leaned in, pressed a quick yet lingering kiss to her lips. “I was afraid you weren’t going to show.”
“And miss a free dinner cooked by you?” She raised her brows, not surprised that he knew her well enough to realize she might bail on him tonight. “Not a chance.”
“I hope you’re not a vegetarian.” He led her through the living room and into the kitchen, where a shallow
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